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Tropical Tension

Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You ask Tony if Loki can accompany the team on a celebratory tropical vacation in Aruba. He agrees but then you are told by Natasha that he must share a room with someone. Coincidentally, you and Loki have been harboring some feelings for each other. What will happen on your much needed getaway?

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI. Teasing, pining, a little bit of shy Loki, BODY SHOTS, Oral Sex (F receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that irl). Loosely proofread, I apologize for any mistakes.

Word Count: 8.6k

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You skillfully folded your favorite sundresses and swimsuits into your new suitcase, specially purchased for this upcoming trip. The most recent Avengers mission had been an overwhelming success and Tony had suggested an all inclusive group vacation to Aruba to celebrate. It was your first big mission, and the praise from your teammates gave you that satisfying feeling of acceptance.

A sudden knock at your door pulled you out of your proud mind. Already knowing who was on the other side, you invited him in.

“Come in, Loki.” You smiled as the god of mischief made his entrance. His long legs floated in your direction immediately.

“How in the nine realms did you figure out it was me?” He announces sarcastically.

You can’t hold back a giggle, Loki seemed to always find a way to make you laugh.

When the trip was announced, you immediately asked if Loki could come along. He had been staying at the tower for almost a full year now; it was almost two years since his attempted invasion of New York. After a surprisingly short imprisonment on Asgard, Loki had cut a deal when he helped Thor deal with the dark elves and collect the aether. He seemed to have won his brother’s respect after nearly sacrificing himself for Jane, who was now Thor’s ex girlfriend. Loki showed an example of selflessness, however, so Thor gave him a second chance.

Loki also had important information on a potential threat who was on the hunt for infinity stones. He never spoke his name, saying he was tortured by the being. But his information helped ready the Earth for this potential threat, as well as clearing him for his crimes in New York. The argument claims that he was not in the right state of mind after torture and influence by the mind stone. A new plea on mind control was given, the same plea that excused Barton for the crimes he committed while under the control of Loki, no, the scepter.

Loki found himself naturally attracted to your energy. You were quiet, calm, and collected, a certain peace in his life of chaos. When he got to know you, he heard you more, saw more sides of your personality, and he loved it. The two of you remained friends, your friendship was too far along and both of you were scared to ruin it. You both lived in a constant state of want for each other, however, you feared that neither of you would act on it. Loki was shy, surprisingly so. It took him months to warm up to you and once he did, he almost never stopped talking. You loved it though, and the sound of his voice.

“Have you started packing yet?” You asked him as he hovered around you, constantly keeping an appropriate distance.

“No need, I have everything I need in my magic compartments. I can summon any outfit at any time.” He brags.

“And you have clothes for the beach, ready to go?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I have clothes, my clothes, ready to go.”

“Loki, it’s going to be hot there, do you even have anything to swim in?” You questioned him.

“No need, I will not be doing such a thing.” He sticks his nose up at the idea.

“Don’t be a bummer, everyone else will be.” You pause and lower your voice to make it more seductive, “I will.”

Loki raises an eyebrow in sudden interest, “Not in this I hope.” He leans over and grabs one of your bikini tops out of your suitcase, ruining your careful organization. He inspects the emerald green bikini top, “If anyone sees you in this I will be gouging their eyes out.” His voice darked with his threat, causing a heat of arousal and embarrassment to run through your body and between your thighs.

“Loki!” You squealed as you failed to grab the tantalizing top from his determined grasp, “Give it back!”

“No chance darling.” He pulled his arms higher, his height kept it out of your grasp.

You secretly loved when Loki teased you like this, you knew it was his way of flirting. You reached up, pushing your flushed body with his in the process. Loki persisted pulling his arm back as you reached past his head in an attempt to reach the bikini top. You were unbearably close to him, his piercing eyes looked down upon your pathetic form. You whimpered in frustration at every failed attempt. Soon you dropped your arm, resting your hand on his shoulder. Loki assumed you had given up, when you were really just trying a different approach.

“Loki, please.” You looked up at him with innocence in your eyes, “Give it back.”

The god bit his tongue at the sight, god you were so perfectly submissive for him right now. A rush of blood went straight to his crotch as he lowered his arm, the hand with the bikini rested on his chest and the other wrapped around your waist.

“Y’know what I did on Asgard when I craved a refreshing dip in the hidden spring?” His voice has a seductive grow lacing it.

“What?” You ask with caution as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath brushed against the side of your face. “I swam naked, the way the Gods intended.”

Part of you feared where this was going, sirens blared in your head that urged you to stop. But your horniness pushed you to continue.

“Well mischief, you are more than welcome to do so. However I doubt the team would want to see…” Your eyes darted lower to where his semi-hard erection was now pressing up against your lower stomach, so close to where you craved him, “That.”

“They should be honored, I am a god. A very well endowed one at that.” His hips pressed even closer to you.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Your eyes darkened in lust.

This, unfortunately, was not the first time this had happened. You and Loki would tease each other to the point of unbearable sexual tension and then one of you would abandon the situation, leaving both of you frustrated.

You had managed to untangle the stringy top from his long, pale fingers as you retrieved it. Not knowing where to go from here, you froze in place. Maybe this time Loki would push it farther, the throbbing in your core was a telltale sign that you were ready for him, that you craved him.

“Loki.” You whispered his name softly, full of lust.

“Yes?” He said, voice full of desperation.

Your hands gripped his biceps, leaning closer to his lips.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard another knock at the door with a female voice yelling your name, “Are you in there?”

Natasha.

You loved her to death, but her unintentional cockblocking nearly made you explode in anger.

Loki’s touch faded, his form disappearing before your very eyes. He most likely knew that your friend would be barging into the room any second and he didn’t want to be caught in the compromising position.

You sighed in sexual frustration, “Yeah… come in.” You sounded utterly defeated and deprived. The bikini top is still in your hand.

“Hey! You almost packed?” She asks as she walks in your room, “You’re kind of red, are you okay? You better not be coming down sick before the trip.”

“I’m fine.” You sighed, sitting on your bed in defeat, cursing yourself when you felt the wet spot on your underwear.

Natasha looked down at the bikini top in your lap, “That is a very specific color of green, looking to impress someone?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, referring to a certain someone.

“We’re just friends, Natty.” You stand, finally placing the top in your suitcase.

“I can not be in the same room with you two without feeling uncomfortable from all of that tension. You two need to fuck.” She stresses that last part, if only she knew that was the exact situation she interrupted.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, he’s so sweet and shy. I don’t want to lose him.” You try to reason. You weren’t lying, Loki was shy around the team. Around you however, he was a different man.

“He stares at you constantly, you won’t lose him. If anything you will gain something.” She hints.

You blush again, “Stop it! I wouldn’t even know where to start to encourage that from him.” You say as you throw a few more clothing items in your suitcase and close it with a victorious sigh.

“Since Loki was an add on, he won’t have his own room, you’ll have to share.” She winks.

“Are you kidding me? Tony is a billionaire, but he is too cheap to get one extra room for him?”

“He said room arrangements are final, we each have our own. You asked for Loki to come at the last minute, he has to split with someone.”

“He can happily share with Thor.” You suggested with a smug attitude.

“One bed per room, poor Loki wouldn’t have any room sharing a bed with that mammoth.” You both laugh at her nickname for the thunderous god.

“Loki can share with whoever he wants.” You say turning your back to your friend to zip your suitcase closed.

“Even me?” She teases to piss you off.

“No!” You turn quickly, yelling unintentionally.

Natasha gives an amused laugh, “I’m kidding, you think he would stay with another girl that wasn’t you?”

“He better not.” You say underneath your breath.

“He trusts you, more than his brother. Maybe I would go as far to say that he loves you.”

You stiffen up at her words, shaking your head in denial, “I don’t think he loves, Nat.” You sigh.

“Something tells me that you will be finding out soon.” She winks and goes to leave, “Good luck.”

You throw a pillow at the door after she closes it, hoping she heard the soft thump on the other side. That flight tomorrow was about to be a nightmare.

The group gathered around Tony’s private jet first thing the next morning. For once, you didn’t dread an early morning, in fact, you were excited. You needed this vacation and nothing was going to stop you from enjoying yourself.

Loki sulked near the corner of the hangar, wearing an all black button down with some black jeans.

You sighed, ‘He’s going to be miserable the whole trip if that is his wardrobe. And I know he is going to complain to me about it.’ You rolled your eyes as you thought to yourself.

You strolled towards the apathetic god, his eyes followed your form as you approached him. The sundresses have begun, and he couldn’t be happier.

“Please tell me you brought other types of clothes.” You scolded him, already knowing what he would say.

“Do not stress over me darling, this is a relaxing vacation, is it not?” He assured you.

“I don’t want to hear you bitch about being sweaty and miserable.” You growl.

Loki stepped closer, your teammates were none the wiser of you two as they gleefully chatted in excitement. He towered over you, trying his best to be intimidating to the girl he constantly whines to like a spoiled child. You met his phony cold gaze in annoyance and hidden anticipation. You remembered that you haven’t even told him the room arrangements yet.

“No promises.” He smirked.

“Loki I swear, if you fu-” You were about to go off on him for trying to make your ‘relaxing’ vacation less so before being interrupted by Tony.

“Alright Princesses, let's board.” He leads the way as everyone else follows, you and Loki trail behind.

Loki stayed right behind you as you walked on the jet, the knuckle of his index finger kept constant contact with the small of your back, hoping to not stray too far from you. The plane was cramped with all the heroes aboard, and he began to feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately for him, it would be a long flight.

Much to his disappointment, you left his side to go drink champagne with Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. He quietly tried to reach for you as you went to go sit with them, exactly where he didn’t want you to be. Thor attempted to wave him over so that he would sit with him and Rogers. Loki just rolled his eyes and sat in the far back corner of the plane, alone.

You began to loosen up after a glass as you talked with the girls.

“I really needed this, Fury has been on my ass with missions and papers, ugh…” Natasha groaned.

“Me too,” You huffed, “I had to write that entire mission report, you know, the whole reason we are on this trip in the first place. He didn’t even acknowledge everything that I did to get that in on time.”

“Well, we do. Thank you, for your hard work.” Pepper raised her glass as a toast to you.

You all had a moment of silence, taking everything in. The men played card games on the other side of the cabin, being rather loud in the process.

“Boys… What are we gonna do with them?” Natasha scoffed, sipping from her flute.

“What about the stowaway?” Wanda points at Loki, sitting in the back of the plane. He read a book with one leg resting over the other. You noticed how his foot bounced, he was anxious.

“He’s fine.” You sigh, finishing the rest of your second glass, “Just dramatic.”

You put on a facade for your friends, when in reality, you felt slightly guilty for leaving him alone. He hated being around the large group, and you were all stuck in a confined aircraft gliding over the ocean. You knew he was anxious, you wanted to comfort him.

“Go give him attention, he looks like those sad puppies in the commercials.” Natasha laughed and the other girls followed.

“Oh stop it.” You scoffed, slowly standing to leave the giggling group of girls. You could feel their eyes on you as you made your way to him.

He looked up at you from his seated position, “What? I thought I was just being dramatic.”

Of course he heard you, “Hey… I’m sorry for abandoning you. I know how much you hate being stuck with these guys. You didn’t have to come, y’know?” You apologized.

“Nonsense, I would never stop you from being with your friends. I came for you after all. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He states, continuing to read his book.

You smile and take the seat next to him, “I enjoy myself most when I’m with you.” You did not fail to notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

Loki didn’t know how to respond, his body tensed as your slightly tipsy head rested on his shoulder. You ignored the giggles and judgmental glances from the other passengers. It was just you and him. Your heavy eyes scanned the pages of the book along with him, taking in the sweet moment of silence among the chaos.

As the energy winded down everyone leaned their chairs back, turning them into makeshift beds. The plane would be landing early the next morning and you wanted to be well rested so you can enjoy your first day. You remained next to Loki, the divider in between the seats kept you two from touching as you laid next to him. Your eyes met in silence besides the muffled roar of the jet engine and Thor’s snoring.

“I should have told you earlier but Natasha said that you would have to share a room with someone else.” You whispered to the god next to you.

You swore you saw him smirk in the darkness, “And who should that person be?”

“Whoever you want, I don’t think that many people would be willing to do so though.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind darling, but I think I would go insane if I had to hear Thor’s snoring for the next week.” You both gave out a silent, breathy laugh.

“You’re always welcome to stay with me, Loki.” You brush your hand up against his.

“Don’t say that darling, I may never leave.” He quipped.

“Then don’t.”

You and Loki fell asleep with your fingers intertwined, your touch helped calm him into a state of slumber.

–

You awoke from the sun peeking through the shade on the cabin window and the pilot announcing that the plane will be landing soon. Loki was already awake, his chair back to its previous upright position. One hand held his paperback book, the other was still entangled with yours.

The humid air of Aruba kissed your exposed parts of skin that the sundress failed to cover. Vacation chaos resumed as everyone exited the jet, already arguing about the trip itinerary. You chose to do your own things on this trip, and most of that time would be spent on the most secluded, quiet beach you could find. Loki remained directly behind you once again, his hand resting on the small of your back. He was going to make damn sure he didn’t get separated from you this time. You smirked to yourself as Wanda walked by, hand in hand with Vision.

“Separation issues much?” The witch giggles.

“Hypocrite.” You growl, glancing back at Loki, “Ignore them.” You tell him.

“I already do.” He rolled his eyes.

At the hotel, you nearly had to fight for your life just to receive the room key as everyone crowded around the poor attendant at the front desk. When you finally obtained it you walked to Loki, who was kindly holding your bags.

“Ready?” You ask.

Before Loki could make some type of remark, Thor’s booming voice cut through the stiff air, “Brother! I hear we are short a room, would you like to stay with me? It would be just like when we were kids!”

Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance as you laughed at the older Odinson, “No you oaf! I found other arrangements.” He glares at his brother before looking back at you.

The blond god’s eyes darted between his brother and you, the woman standing next to him in confusion. You swore you could see the gears turning and the lightbulb appear over his head as he realized the situation. “Oh… Oh!” He looked at Loki with brotherly pride as he patted him on the shoulder, “It’s about time! Have fun brother! Be mindful of the guests in the other rooms.” You both flush slightly at his words before he walks away to join the group.

You and Loki break away from the group to find your room. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle of your suitcase, the two of you walking in palpable silence.

Your eyes lit up as you opened the door to the room, the floor to ceiling window gave a generous view of the beach below.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Loki?” You ask as the god sets your bags down with a dramatic grunt. You knew the weight was practically nothing for him.

“It’s fine.” He speaks in a monotone voice.

“What’s wrong?” You turn around and sit on the bed in the middle of the room.

“Nothing, I’m just- I mean this is new and…” He stutters as you lay down on the king sized bed to stretch out.

Loki’s heart seemed to skip a few beats as he saw your vulnerable form laid out before him. One strap of your sundress fell down your shoulder and the skirt rode up your luscious thighs. His hands rested on his hips as he sighed in frustration. His hand ran down his face before brushing his tendrils of hair back.

“Loki,” You called out for him as you sat up, “You need to loosen up. It’s a vacation after all.”

“How?” He mumbles.

You stand from the bed and walk towards him, Loki’s body leaned into yours like a magnet as you reached him. Your hands ran up his covered biceps to the neckline of his shirt. Your hands found the top button and undid it. His strong hands rested on your hips in anticipation. Your fingers tangled in his inky curls that rested neatly on his shoulders before moving up to cup his flushed cheeks.

“However you want.” You say, never breaking eye contact with his piercing blue orbs.

Loki wasted no time as he pulled you in for a kiss. The room melted away as his lips finally met yours after all this time and teasing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on the tips of your toes to get closer to his towering form. One of his hands remained on your waist as the other held the back of your head, digits tangling in your hair as he did so. Your head rushed as you got high on his lips, your bodies flush together, as they were meant to be.

You both took in a deep breath as you pulled away, his pupils were blown with lust and his hair was a mess. This man, this god, he was pure sex.

“Did that help?” You giggle, intertwining your fingers with his once again.

“It did.” He smirked, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, taking in the blissful moment.

The kiss resumed after your short, shared moment of silence. You found yourself pinned against the cold hotel wall and the dense body of a god as his hands roamed your figure. He gripped the skirt of your dress, lifting it up and brushing over your ass in the process. His lips were desperate for yours as his skilled tongue entered your mouth, exploring what was his. You held on tight for the ride, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in the process. You broke the kiss and brushed the dark fabric off his broad shoulders.

“You’re going to get overheated if you wear clothes like this the whole time.” She reminds him, throwing the shirt on the bed behind them.

“Then let's stay in our room and wear nothing.” He retorts, lips trailing down your sensitive neck as he speaks. Every warm breath on your skin sent a shiver up your spine.

“Mmmm…” You groan, “But I wanna go to the beach.” You pout, driving him insane.

Loki leans down to grab your thighs gently so that he can hoist you up and carry you to the bed. You let out a small moan as your back met the soft mattress beneath. Loki crawled over you and straddled your body. His lips found new territory as he explored your collarbones and upper chest.

“Fine, a few trips to the beach can be done.” He groans, his lips ghosting the tops of your breasts, barely visible underneath the dress.

His hands ran up your soft thighs, finding their intended destination underneath your dress. You had a feeling that this would finally be happening after all this time, however, you did not expect it to happen immediately after you entered your room. Who were you to complain? This was what you fantasized about every night after he left you high and dry. No walking away this time.

Just as his talented fingers curled in the waistband of your thin, cotton panties, a dreaded knock was heard on the other side of the door. Loki didn’t jump away from you as he did many times before. He just raised his face from in between your breasts, he was fuming with anger after being so rudely interrupted from his interpretation of Valhalla.

“If I have to kill somebody, I swear-” He growled, his hands holding your hips.

“Wrap up whatever you guys are doing, we have a tour and I paid for everyone. Therefore, everyone is required to attend.” Tony’s arrogant tone rang on the other side. “Not to mention the private beach that I rented out for the party tonight.”

“We’ll be out soon, Tony.” You spoke up from your position under Loki. He just rolled his eyes and his body off of you.

You only heard muffled footsteps fade as Tony walked away. You sat up and looked at Loki who was sprawled out next to you on the white linen. His raven hair contrasted his pale features that were slightly flushed with arousal. The prominent tent in his pants almost made you feel sorry for him.

“We’ll pick it back up later, I promise.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, his eyes remained trained on the white ceiling.

“What about this?” He motioned to his throbbing erection underneath the fabric.

“I’m sorry, Loki. Can you just put it off for a bit?” You try to reason with him.

He groaned as he sat up on the bed, “It’ll be torture. Especially if you keep wearing those dresses.”

You smirked as you opened your suitcase and grabbed a bikini, the emerald green one to be exact. “And if I wear this underneath it?” You tease.

“You’ll surely kill me.”

“Good.” You giggled and practically skipped to the attached bathroom to put it on underneath your sundress.

–

The whole team was waiting for you and Loki, a flood of embarrassment rushed to your cheeks. Their looks suggested that they had a slight idea on what you two were doing up there, or at least trying to do.

“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.” Barton shook his head as he began to follow the tour guide who was showing the team around the resort.

“Sorry…” You mumbled, fidgeting with the strap of your dress. An action that Loki did not fail to notice.

You walked with the group, Loki on your left and Natasha on your right. You tried to look ahead and focus on the tour until the redhead nudged your arm.

“Too busy settling in?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Stop it.” You spoke between your teeth, making sure no one else heard.

“Did you get anywhere with it?” She continues pushing.

“It?” Loki acts offended on your other side, knowing that you were talking about him.

“I was trying to be discreet.” She rolls her eyes at the god.

“Either way it is none of your business.” He speaks with venom at your best friend.

“Hey! Leave it alone you two.” You growl.

“Apologies, darling.” He rests his hand on your back once again, giving you a sense of comfort.

“Yea, darling.” Natasha mocked him.

You eventually just went silent, hoping that they would take the hint that you were done with their bickering. You were not getting involved in confrontation on this vacation. Eventually, they both quieted down and walked next to you in silence.

The tour came to an end at the private beach that Tony had mentioned earlier. There was a bar, fully stocked and open for drinks. There were speakers for music and tiki torches for atmosphere, it looked like it was out of a movie.

The party would begin as the sun set, for now, it was time to swim. Everyone removes their loose covering clothes to reveal their swimwear. Everyone was prepared, besides Loki of course. He sat underneath one of the umbrellas on the beach, his sunglasses made it appear like he was reading his book that he brought. In reality, his eyes were on you, in that bikini. If any other men from the team got so much as within a foot from you, they would be sorry. You looked so happy as you splashed in the blue, salty water with your friends. Your smile made his stomach turn in the best way possible. He noticed your eyes looking back at him with concern every few minutes. Every time he gave you a nod of reassurance, as if he was saying, ‘Don’t worry about me, enjoy yourself.’ He was sweating under his clothes, however, he was too stubborn to admit that you were right.

As the golden sunset began to reflect on the calm waves, the party began. Still wet from the beach, you tied a white, chiffon sarong around your hips. The fabric barely did anything to cover your ocean kissed skin as you ordered your first drink of the night. You didn’t intend on being drunk tonight, you planned on keeping your promise to Loki, who was currently nursing a drink of his own.

You sauntered over to the secluded table where he sulked, noticing the bead of sweat on his brow as you sat across from him.

“What did I tell you?” You spoke in an ‘I told you so’ tone.

“I know, you were right, I was wrong, is that what you wanted to hear?” He leaned back in his chair, unbuttoning another button on the black shirt. The upper half of his torso was now on display for you. His pale skin shone in the rays of the sunset with a small sheen of sweat. You admired him, his godly form that you wanted to learn every inch of.

You laughed victoriously, “Yes.” You smirked and took another sip of your pina colada.

The music blasted through the speakers, and after you finished your drink, you found yourself relaxed enough to dance with everyone else, barefoot in the warm sand. After every song, you went over to Loki, asking him to join you, he turned you down every time. He was slightly hurting your feelings right now, eventually you stopped checking up on him.

After two songs, Loki noticed your lack of attention towards him. When he walked towards the party from his secluded corner he saw you and your friends around the bar, laughing freely, some clearly more intoxicated than others. He noticed that Rogers was a little too close for comfort as you spoke.

“You lick the margarita salt off of someone, usually on their chest, and then you take the shot. After that the person who you licked the salt off of will have a lime in their mouth. Immediately after you down the shot, you take the lime from their mouth with your mouth, no hands.” You explained body shots to the group around you as Loki approached from behind, placing a hand on your waist.

“What are you talking about?” His curiosity peaked as he overheard the last part of your explanation.

“Body shots.” You answered, motioning for the bartender to pour a shot of tequila. He could see your mischievous look, he feared that look, “Wanna try? I’ll teach you.” You smirk with confidence.

Multiple gasps and ‘Ooohs’ feel from the small crowd surrounding the two of you. Loki’s eyes went wide, did you have no shame?

“And who will be taking the shot?” He asks, you smiled in excitement, happy that he didn’t turn you down immediately.

“I’ve had my fill for the night.” You state, handing him the full shot glass, “You, however, need to loosen up some more.”

Everyone leaned in around the bar, expecting a show. And you and Loki were about to perform for them shamelessly. They whispered and snickered as they awaited his answer.

Loki sighed, trying to hide his excitement, “Fine.”

Drunken cheers motivated you to sit on the bar, taking the small bowl of margarita salt in your hand. He was not even the slightest bit ready for what was about to happen as you leaned back, your eyes told him to come closer.

Loki, who was still seen as shy by the rest of the team, approached you cautiously. Your foot hooked around the back of his knee, your eyes were sultry, flashbacks from earlier rushed in his mind. Some of your teammates, including Bruce and Steve, turned away, seemingly uncomfortable at your tantalizing display of suggestive exhibitionism. To be fair, it did look rather pornographic to spectators.

“First…” You start, Loki’s eyes are only focused on you, “You’ll lick the salt from here.” You explain, sprinkling a trail of salt between your breasts, his breath hitching in his throat as he watches you intently, “After that, you will quickly take the tequila shot and then…” You pick up a lime from behind the bar, your body on display as you lean back, even the bartender was entertained, “You will take the lime from my mouth with yours, understand?”

Words failed to form for the god, who could only nod with his eyes filled with awe and lust.

You giggled as you saw Pepper smack Tony upside the head as he tried to explain himself, “Good, whenever you’re ready, mischief.” You shoot him a wink before placing the lime in your mouth and leaning back on the bar, propping your body up with your elbows.

All eyes were on Loki now, there were many men here tonight who wished they were in his place, yet here he was, your body offered for him like the god he truly is. He leaned forward, one hand on either side of your torso, his right hand held the shot glass that sat on the polished wooden bar. His face found its way between your breasts, just as he was earlier in the day before being so rudely interrupted. The crowd was too shocked now to even attempt to stop the not so subtle erotic display. You gasped as his tongue found the trail of salt between your breasts, right above your bikini top. Your hand briefly held the back of your head as he trailed up your chest to the dreaded end of the salt trail. He sat up straight to properly take the tequila shot, wasting no time to take the lime as the liquid burned his throat. His lips briefly brushed against yours and he sucked on the lime before taking it from your mouth completely, you involuntarily clenched your thighs to relieve the throbbing between your legs.

Loki stood straight, taking the lime from his mouth and throwing it aside as everyone around you hollered and clapped in drunken amusement. Natasha gave you a proud thumbs up from a few feet away. Loki returned to your side, helping you sit up and lifting you off the bar. He held you close so that he could whisper in your ear.

“Can we return to our room, please?” He practically begged.

You smirked and kissed him on the cheek, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

The crowd wanted more from you two as they chanted for an encore, believe it or not, you and Loki were the most sober people there. You both walked towards the hotel, making sure you grabbed your shoes and sundress that were discarded earlier. You walked hand and hand with Loki back to the hotel, laughing in the moonlight as you walked barefoot with him.

You swore it was the longest walk of your life as you finally made it to the hotel lobby and the elevator. Immediately after the doors closed, Loki pounced on you as if you were his prey, your hand gripping the bar as he kissed you passionately, fully aware that the elevator could stop prematurely and you two could be exposed at any moment. After your little show on the beach, however, it turned you on even more.

As the door made a ‘ding’ that cut through the humid air of arousal, Loki lifted you bridal style and walked the short distance to your shared room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, swinging your bare feet slightly in giddy anticipation. You recalled Barton’s words from earlier, and for now, you were about to treat this trip as your own little celebration honeymoon. You deserved it after all.

Using his magic, Loki swung the door to the hotel room wide open, slamming against the wall as it announced your arrival.

“Loki! Tony will be pissed if you put a hole in the wall!” You playfully scolded the god who currently held you.

“Darling, for once in your midgardian life, can you please not worry about something?” He joked, but you knew he was serious deep down.

“Then fuck my worries away, mischief.”

Loki placed one more chaste kiss on your lips before he dropped you on the bed, causing you to let out a grunt. He circled the mattress before standing at the end of the bed and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes filled with determined lust. You clenched your legs as you sat up slightly to appreciate his little strip tease.

“Oh… I plan on it.” He smirked, throwing the shirt aside and crawling towards you on the bed. The only light in the room was from the moonlight that shone through the open window. It reflected off his features and made him appear as if he was glowing before you. He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up to sit with him. You understood the unspoken words from his cerulean eyes as you reached behind you and untied the bikini. Loki’s eyes never strayed as they studied the new territory of skin that had been exposed. His hands went to your hips to untie your sarong, his eyes moving from your breasts to your eyes in the dark, “May I?” He asks for your permission.

“Of course.” You sit up on your knees so that the light fabric can be easily removed. The only covering that remained on your body was the dark green bikini bottoms that tie around your hips and slipped graciously between your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful…” He pulls you onto his lap, lips trailing feathery kisses along your collarbone, “So perfect.” He praises.

Your fingers tangle in those soft raven locks as you pressed your core against his reawakening erection underneath his trousers. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, a fucking whimper, for you as he felt the wetness through the layers of restricting fabric. He supported your lower back as he laid you down, his hips finding their home between your spread legs. He finally had you, no interruptions, no running away, you were his now.

His fingers ghosted along your ticklish sides, you arched into his touch and whined out for him in embarrassing desperation. Loki let out a deep, raspy laugh as his mouth descended lower and lower, until his teeth were biting at the strings of your bottoms. The slight taste of ocean salt stung his tongue in the best way possible as he undid the strings with his teeth. The sight was erotic, your heartbeat drummed viciously in your chest as he kept eye contact. Your head was thrown back as he untied the other side in the exact same way. Could he have just slipped them down your legs easily? Yes. However, this was more entertaining, the sight made you so wet that he didn’t need to give you any more foreplay to prepare you for his cock. But Loki was a giver and a pathetic pussy pleaser, you couldn’t stop him from going down on you if you even wanted to. And you did not intend on pausing his mouth’s journey to the apex of your thighs.

He placed one kiss to your covered mound before slipping the fabric from your wet cunt, he threw it aside, the clothing item lost in the dark until the morning. He licked a wet stripe up your soaked slit to test the waters. He smirked into your pussy as your hips bucked toward him, back arched off the bed. Needless to say, he was more than pleased with your reaction as his silver tongue slipped into your opening.

He skillfully continued his pleasurable oral assault on your cunt, your shaky fingers tangled in his black strands that were bobbing playfully between your thighs. His large hands held up the backs of your thighs so that he could taste you better. His tongue found its way back up to your sensitive clit, teasing it with slow circles before picking up the pace. He would alternate between tight, steady circles and closing his lips around your clit and sucking graciously.

“Fuck, Loki! You’re s-so good baby.” You spoke praises to the god in between your thighs between desperate moans and clenched teeth. Your words encouraged his fingers to find your soaked entrance as his tongue pressed flat against your clit.

You gasped as you felt his index and middle fingers breach your wet opening, back arching in need for release. Your pussy fluttered around his digits as they pumped and curled against that spot, the spot that no other lover had come close to reaching before now. Thor’s words about being mindful of the other hotel guests were long forgotten as moans nearly turned into screams. Thankfully, the other guests on your floor were your friends and teammates, and as far as you knew, they were still partying at the beach.

One of his hands went to hold your hips in place as you were moving too much for his taste. Loki was a god on a mission, a mission to make you cum as hard as you could. And damn him, he was about to succeed. He groaned, eating you out like a man starved and you were his first taste of sustenance in years. He was getting off on this immensely, his filthy late night fantasies were finally coming true.

“Loki… I can’t i’m- gonna… AH!” You screamed out for him, your hips raising off the sheets as his mouth eagerly followed. You came on his face shortly after your failed attempt at a warning. Loki sucked up every drop that leaked from your sweet pussy, not wasting a single drop of your nectar.

Your thighs shook on either side of his head as he continued, pushing you to unbearable overstimulation. You pushed back on his forehead and tried to breathe.

“Stop. Sensitive.” Was all you could stay, thankfully he took the sign and stopped. If it was up to him, he would spend the rest of the vacation between your legs.

He graced your shaking body with gentle, loving kisses, pulling you back to reality. Your hands searched for his body, your eyes blurry from all the pleasurable tears that you had just shed. He reached out for you, one hand held his form above yours as the other held your hand, leaving chaste kisses on your knuckles before you went to caress his face, appreciating every dark and beautiful feature of the god.

“Love, are you okay?” He asks in concern, words failed to leave your lips properly since your orgasm.

“That was… I don’t even have words I-” He cut off your stuttering with a kiss, your taste prominent on his lips.

“Do you wish to stop?” He asks, assuming you were too out of it for anything else.

Your lazy eyes snapped open as your hands went to rest on his belt, “No, please, I want all of you.” You begged, fingers beginning to fidget with the metal buckle.

“Then you will have me.” He responds.

Just as you were about to start working on his pants, they magically disappeared before your very eyes, thanks to Loki’s magic of course.

Needless to say, he was huge. You had felt his cock before, pressed up against your ass or lower abdomen in compromising positions that he had put you in on multiple occasions. Then, you were separated by layers of clothes. Now, you both were completely bare for each other, in your most vulnerable state. The heat of arousal seeped off your body, he could feel it from the very small space between you two.

Your hand curiously brushed against the head of his dick, the slit leaking precum that slightly lubricated the rest of his shaft.

“You’re huge.” You mindlessly breathe out in admiration.

Loki lets out his iconic breathy giggle at your words, “Are you sure you want me love? The destructful god of mischief?”

“The only thing you ever destroyed was my heart when you kept turning away from me after all of your sexual teasing.” You tell him, lifting your legs around his waist to pull his hips closer to yours.

“I’m sorry darling, I never meant to. I was just…” He paused, looking away from your eyes for a split second before your hands gently cupped his face, pulling him back to you.

“What is it?” You ask.

“I was too scared to lose you.” He admits, blue eyes flooding with tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you. Forever and always.” He leans to touch your forehead with his in a moment of pure romance.

He pulls back slightly, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something important. His lips close and press together, he flicks his dark locks over his pale shoulder before fully settling between your thighs. His hand held the base of his cock as he ran it up and down your wet pussy teasing and asking permission at the same time.

“May I have you this evening, love?” He asks for your consent once more.

“This evening and every evening that lay before us.” You answer.

Loki chuckles in amusement, “Good answer.”

A synchronized gasp left both of your lips simultaneously as the tip of his cock slipped into your entrance. He held you tight, as if you were about to flutter away underneath him. Your fingernails scratched down his shoulder blades, little did you know, Loki had a thing for pain.

He didn’t hold back as his hips found a steady rhythm so that he could properly pump his cock inside you repeatedly. Your hands were all over him, feeling every scar, muscle, and hair that decorated his body. One hand of his held onto the soft flesh of your right thighs as the other played with your breasts that were bouncing in time with every thrust.

“Loki- Faster!” You demanded underneath him, spreading your legs wider to give him more room.

“Does my precious girl like it when- fuck… when I fuck her like a slut?” He had to pause for a second as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. He perfectly practiced self control to keep himself from spilling inside of you too early as your cunt clenched around him.

“YES! Oh Loki… fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your eyes opened to meet his blue-green ones that were darkened with lust and arousal.

“You’re my slut, no other will ever touch you. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuates every word with a deep thrust, driving his cock deep inside your core.

He had dreamed of this, touched himself to the thought of claiming you. He mentally cursed himself for taking so damn long to do so. You were such a willing lover for him, for a god. With every thrust, every kiss, and every dirty word that he growled in your ear you knew that he fucked like a god, the true god that he is.

His fingers found their way back between your legs as they rubbed against your clit with the determination to make you cum around him. Your pussy leaked your mixed arousal onto the hotel sheets below, a thin sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, causing both of you to shine in the moonlight. This night was perfect, just you and the man that you had longed for all this time.

“I’m close, come with me, cum all over my cock.” He breathes out as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven.

Your whole body tensed and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as his long thrusts turned into more of a grinding motion. The feeling of his pubic mound grinding against your clit along with his fingers precisely circling it pushed you over the edge.

“LOKI!” You screamed out his name in orgasmic bliss as your pussy clenched around his cock, causing him to fall over the edge with you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls, a sloppy kiss was shared in the moment. The room seemed to melt away as you held each other, coming down from both of your powerful orgasms. He laid on top of you, careful to not put his full weight on you as his face buried itself in your neck, taking in your natural scent.

In his state of bliss he murmured something into your skin, so quiet you could barely hear. But you knew what he said, you had imagined those words falling like spring rain from his lips many times. You knew them all too well.

“I love you.”

He immediately regrets it as he sits up, intending to move away from you as he pulls his softening cock out of your warm, welcoming tunnel. You crawl onto him as he laid on the bed, your silence scared him, although you clearly weren't revolted as you rested your head on his chest, admiring the glistening ocean outside the window before looking back up at him.

“I love you Loki, so much. More than you could even imagine.” You confess, showing that you reciprocate his feelings.

He chuckles with love at your answer, even he couldn’t hide the love drunk smile that adorned his face, “Is that so?” He asks, playfully.

“It is, it always has been.” You tell him, propping your tired body up enough to place another soft kiss on his lips before you fall asleep with him. Wrapped up in white, cotton sheets and pure love for one another.

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As you sat in the hotel lobby with Loki the next morning, innocently enjoying your complimentary breakfast, you noticed a few strange stares from your fellow teammates, while others refused to look at you all together.

“Why are they staring at us like that?” You quietly ask the god across the small round table from you.

“Well darling, it may be the fact that you sat your pretty little ass up on the bar last night and asked me to lick salt from between your breasts in a whorish display of alcoholism.” He answered nonchalantly.

Your cheeks slightly blushed pink at his words, perhaps you did take things a bit too far due to your need for Loki. Before you could answer a feminine hand took a blueberry off of your plate.

“That…” Natasha started next to you, eating the blueberry before continuing, “And the fact that you two were fucking so loud last night that Tony received a formal complaint from the front desk.”

You glanced cautiously at Tony across the room. The billionaire met your eyes with a threatening gaze.

“Sorry.” You mumble, sure that you would die from embarrassment.

The redheaded spy laughs, “Well, you both certainly needed to get that out of your system. However, Tony said that if it happens again, Loki will have to move in with Thor for the rest of the trip.” She points over her shoulder to the blond god, who waved in return and gave his brother a proud thumbs up.

“We’ll be more considerate next time, agent. Thank you.” Loki replies in your place with a hand over his heart in fake innocence.

With your face buried in your hands, you hid your face at the table. “Who was even around last night?” You ask, barely audible as you raised your head.

“Some of us go to bed early, y'know.” Steve replies as he walks by with a coffee cup in his hand.

“I expect no less of Rogers.” Loki rolled his eyes before landing on yours as he pulled your hands down from your flushed face, “Now, how about that trip to the beach?” He suggests.

“Will sex be involved?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Most likely.” He smirks.

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I Hate You {Loki x GN!Reader}

Summary: Loki hates you. Or does he?

A/N: Avengers AU, mentions of ‘damsel in distress’ but no gender specifics or use of ‘y/n’

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury

“Absolutely not-“

“No way-“

“Me with them?”

“Us?”

“Wouldn’t work-“

“Never in a million years-“

“I refuse to be on a mission-“

“-with him.” “-with them.”

Well, unfortunately for you, Fury didn’t give a rats ass that you and Loki did not get along. No, he expected professionalism and success. And that was hard when it came to Loki. He made everything so… difficult. He was arrogant, smug, annoying, grating and, quite frankly, a drama queen. Every mission he had been sent on had something happen - usually because of his penchant for mischief. He also deliberately did things around the compound to irritate you.

For example, the other morning he used your favourite mug, feigning naivety about the fact, labelling it an ‘innocent mistake’. But you knew better. And the glint of mirth in his eye when he said it told you all you needed to know. He also enjoyed moving your things - yes, you should know better than to leave your phone or keys or other items laying around in the common area, but at the same time, you were grown adults. In fact, he was over 1000 years old. Completely childish.

“Sounds like Rudolf has a crush.” Tony had said.

Ridiculous.

You hated each other. And Loki made that clear. He’d also often start arguments, especially in front of the others. Natasha suggested maybe he just enjoyed getting a rise out of you, or that he was trying to cover the fact that he did in fact like you. But you knew better than that. No, Loki Laufeyson just saw you as an easy target, knew you would react. It was entertainment for the God.

But anyway, the mission.

You both had been sent to a rather large warehouse, an underground arms dealer had been storing weapons there - of both alien and human nature. You’d both split up, entering from each end of the warehouse, covering both sides. Of course, you were met with guards, which you swiftly dealt with.

“You know, if you need a hand-“ Loki’s voice came through your earpiece, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Focus on yourself, Laufeyson.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you began to venture further into the warehouse. “I don’t need your help.”

“Very well. Continue with your brute force.”

“It isn’t ’brute force’, it’s called combat.”

“Of course, my mistake.”

Asshole.

He knew what he was doing. You could envision the amusement on his sharp features, the glint of smug mirth in his blue eyes. God, he was so annoying.

“‘My mistake’ my ass.” You muttered, pursing your lips as you began to survey the area.

“I can still hear you.”

You paused for a moment, before clearing your throat. “Good.” You retorted, raising a brow. “Then you can hear how I don’t appreciate you downplaying my abilities in this mission.”

“I never said such a thing.”

“Just focus on the mission.”

“I can do both at the same time. I’m rather talented at multitasking-“

“Loki-“ You hissed, frustration mounting with your partner. The God went quiet, probably to bask in his small victory of winding you up. You rounded the corner of a large shelving unit, seeing a load of crates, clearly ready to be shipped off to whoever. You had to admit, it was strange it was easier than anticipated. You’d expected far more guards and security… No, something was off.

Approaching the crates, you pried the lid off one, seeing it was empty. You furrowed your brows, moving to another, doing the same. Empty.

“Shit.” You whispered.

One more.

Prying open another crate, what you were met with made your heart stutter in your chest.

“Loki, get out.” You told him lowly through the comms, letting out a breath as you quickly turned on your heel. “It’s a trap, they knew we were coming- Just get out!” You urged, beginning to run.

“What? What did you find?”

“An explosive, now move!” You exclaimed, legs sprinting away from the crates, the explosive device.

You had ten seconds.

Loki’s expression turned serious, brows creasing, lips turning into a thin line as your voice came through his earpiece. He cursed under his breath, feeling panic creep up on him. You were a mortal, yes, a competent one at that but still a mortal.

“I’m coming.” Loki spoke into his earpiece, turning to head your direction, despite your warning.

“No- Loki, just go!” Your frustrated, slightly panicked, voice came through.

“Too late.” He quipped back, speeding up his long strides. However, before he could hear your voice argue back, the loud sound of the explosion sounded from the opposite end of the large warehouse, shaking its foundations. Loki let out a breath, eyes wider than before. You hadn’t told him how long he had, you had. He felt fear grip him. He called your name through the comms, breathing turning slightly heavier. When he didn’t get a response, a shiver went through him. His long legs began to sprint, forgetting completely about the mission. He had to get to you. By the Norns, he hoped you were okay.

Yes, it was true. He did annoy you. He loved winding you up, he loved when you got angry, when you snapped at him, gave him attention. Maybe it was childish, but it was his default. Any attention was good attention, and oh, how he vied for yours specifically. It was also partly that he just… didn’t know how to get your attention any other way. He wasn’t exactly… Well versed in… Romance. Sure, he’d read novels, but it was very difference in practice. Especially as the God of Mischief.

“Say something!” Loki exclaimed through his earpiece, a command and a plea.

However, nothing.

His heart, yes - of course he had one, beat faster. Anxiety. Fear. Adrenaline. It was all coursing through his veins. Smoke began to appear, thick and fog like as he summoned a blast of magic, dispelling it with a wave of his hand, allowing him to clear a path. The roof of the warehouse had partially caved from the explosion, rubble and debris ahead littering the ground and shelving units. He called your name again, and again.

You groaned as your brows creased, feeling a pain in your leg as you tried to sit up. You winced, glancing down to see a large metal beam had landed on your right leg, holding you down. Cursing under your breath, you heard the sound of your name being called through the sound of your ears ringing.

Loki.

“H-“ You coughed. “Here-“ You called back, voice raspy. “Over here!” You raised your voice slightly, forcing yourself to sit up, dust and dirt covering your form. After a moment, footsteps rushed towards you, clambering over the rubble as you looked up. Loki’s blue eyes instantly travelled over your form, looking for any injuries, before they landed on the beam and your leg.

“It’s okay- I’m going to get you out of here, alright?” Loki spoke calmly, despite his breaths being quicker than usual. You assumed it was from running. In fact, it was his panic. “I need to lift this-“ Loki shifted, rubble moving under his boots as he approached the beam. Luckily, it weighed nothing for a God. You winced as the pressure lifted from your leg, hearing the beam clatter loudly to the floor as Loki discarded it.

“You need to tell Fury-“ You began, slightly wheezy, moving to try and hoist yourself up. Loki’s brows furrowed.

“Forget about that-“ He told you firmly.

“Loki, SHIELD need to know-“ You argued, feeling his hand grab your shoulder to keep you on the ground.

“No, we need to get you outside and help-“ He rebutted, making you groan in irritation.

“Why can’t you just listen to me for once?!” You huffed, looking at him angrily.

“Because right now, you are more important than the mission!” Loki’s own voice raised, his words hanging in the air between you both. You blinked. “You’re hurt and you’re mortal-“

“Really? Throwing cheap shots at a time like this-“ You said defensively, moving to try and shove his hand from your shoulder. Loki let out an irritated growl.

“No! It’s because I care about you!”

Silence.

“What?” You whispered, lips parted in shock. Loki closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

“I…” He sighed. “I care… about you.” He murmured, meeting your gaze, searching - looking for any sign of understanding, recognition, something. “And… I know- I know I may not… show it in a… conventional manner-“ You almost scoffed. “But please, let me get you outside and then we can deal with Fury.” He held your gaze, nodding faintly, willing you to accept his words, accept his help. He truly, just wanted you to be okay. Your eyes flickered briefly down to your leg, seeing the red beginning to stain your mission gear as you felt your muscle throbbing. You didn’t think anything was broken, but a gash was a gash. It could get infected, it could be worse than it looked…

Silently, you gave a small nod. You swore you heard Loki let out a breath - yes, he had been holding it, waiting with bated breath for your agreement. “Right-“ He muttered quietly, shifting to get closer, kneeling down. “Arm over my shoulders-“ He told you lowly. “This may be… uncomfortable.” He warned before moving one arm around your waist, another under your knees, shifting your injured leg as you bit your lip to stop from making any sound of pain. “Okay?” He asked, eyes scanning your features, seeing the way you were biting your lower lip. You quickly nodded, giving him a look that said ‘hurry up, please’. Loki’s blue eyes shifted, softening, hating seeing you in pain.

It was strange. Seeing such a look from the God of Mischief, whose eyes were usually home to mirth. He cared about you. Tony’s words echoed in your head. Had Loki truly… had feelings for you this whole time? And like some… school boy had been showing his ‘affection’ by… teasing you? Testing you? Being irritating to get your attention?

Your thoughts were disrupted as Loki finally moved, hoisting you up with him as he stood to his full height, keeping you securely against his chest as he carried you bridal-style. The urge to make a quip about not being a ‘damsel in distress’ lingered on your tongue. Loki gently carried you, trying his best not to cause any further harm or pain to your leg.

“You really care about me?” Your voice finally spoke, breaking the silence that had lingered between you both since his confession. Loki’s lips parted, as if he was about to deny it - out of instinct. The quickly pressed together again.

“Is now really the time?” He asked lowly, raising a brow. “You’re bleeding, and I’d rather you didn’t get blood on my attire. It’s Asgardian leather.” He commented, lips quirking ever so slightly as he watched your eyes roll.

“For Gods-“ You muttered. “Put me down if you’re gonna be an asshol-“

“Okay, alright-“ He cut you off, sighing. “Fine.” He huffed, clearing his throat as he headed towards the entrance you’d first entered the warehouse in, deftly avoiding any debris that was strewn about on the floor. “Yes-“ He said, tone still huffy. “I thought that was obvious-“

“Obvious?!” You repeated in disbelief, the conversation helping take your mind off your wound. “You irritate me, do things to deliberately annoy me, argue with me-“

“You do the same.” He interrupted, tilting his head slightly as his gaze flickered over your face. Your lips parted in confusion and, almost, offence.

“No, I do not-“ You shook your head lightly.

“You do.”

“No- I don’t-“

“You’re doing it right now, arguing with me-“

“Because you started it!”

You both were outside by the time you’d finished, Loki still holding you as he came to a stop, a hint of a smirk on his face. “Yes, and you are always so intent on finishing it.” He quipped, making you narrow your eyes at him. “It’s extremely entertaining.” He shrugged slightly, your arm that was slung over his shoulders moving with him.

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could be of service.” You said wryly, turning your head to glance towards your leg. “I suppose I should thank you.” You mumbled reluctantly.

“Ah, yes-“ He nodded. “You really should.” He paused, raising a brow, feeling much better knowing you were okay. The fact you were arguing with him was a sign of that. “Perhaps you could buy me dinner?” He suggested, tone full of mischief. “There’s a lovely place just opened up in the city, Stark mentioned it-“

“You mean the five star, gourmet restaurant that costs an arm and a leg?” You scoffed.

“Seems fitting considering you nearly lost one.” He teased, making you raise your free hand, whacking him in the chest. “Ow!” He whined, brows furrowing, lips pursed. “Usually heroes get a kiss from the damsel in distress, not assaulted.”

“I hate you.”

“And I hate you.”

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mcufandomhatespeopleofcolor · 5 months

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Its just so tiring seeing people already declaring the marvels as a "flop" just cause it had the lowest opening weekend

Not only is it tiring (there is misogyny and racism behind the resulting in it being a "flop," no doubt) it's unfortunately true if we're talking money. Although the audience clearly likes the film -- as seen in the screenshot below which I took this morning, at Nov. 13, 2023 -- currently the film's box office earnings are lower than even The Incredible Hulk with Edward Norton (2008) which earned $55.4 million.

The audience loves this film, but Disney/MCU are still basing their success off of the monetary gain off of a scale that seems to be (as I assume) from pre-covid and pre-streaming boom times.

This is why going out and spending money to see good movies is important. The language that companies speak is monetary; they don't care about feelings. If something didn't do well at the box office it's considered a failure no matter how good it actually is. For example, look at one of Disney's now-beloved films Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

And, for all those who hark about equality and diversity and #BLM, they should have been at the front of this in promotion and money. But alas, even on the internet Loki is trending more than The Marvels

Forgotten Addition: as of today (November 13, 2023) The Marvels has earned $47 million domestically in the box office since opening day

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The chokehold this fictional man has on me isn't even funny anymore.

#at this point im referring to several of them #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #aegon targaryen #hotd #loki #marvel #death note #l lawliet #mello death note #mello #house of the dragon #mr. darcy #pride and prejudice

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moodboard by @chennqingg <3

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Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: uhhh... royal things?

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: I promised you guys and well... It's finally here! 😁 The first chapter of the prequel to 'By the Fireplace'! 🥳 This is basically about the back story of Loki and Y/N. How they met and so on, you know. I hope you are going to like it! ☺️

I split the story up into five parts, so... There's a whole lotta more to come!

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

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Chapter Two

Chapter One

The High Council of Asgard – decades before Loki's reign

"It is decided then?" Asked the Allfather his ally and good friend - King Laufey of Jotunheim, who sat across the golden table in the council room. The Frost Giant nodded, lifting his goblet of mead as a sign for his approval. "It is decided. As soon as I am back home, I am going to set everything into motion and send you my son as soon as possible." Odin lifted his goblet as well and gave the Jotun king a nod. "Here's to our alliance." "Here's to our alliance."

"Skane, go get my son. I need to talk to him." Laufey told his advisor as soon as he walked through the big, heavy doors of the palace. "Yes, your majesty." Skane bowed to him and left his side immediately, in order to execute his king's order.

The prince wasn't very difficult to find these days. He'd be either in his chambers, the library or the training grounds. Today, Skane found the prince in the library, nose buried in a book. "My prince? Apologies for the disturbance, but your father is back and he wishes to see you immediately." With a slightly annoyed huff, the young prince closed his book. When his father called for him, it was wise to not let him wait. It was a lesson he had learned quite fast and early in his life. So, the heir to the throne followed his father's advisor without complaining. "Do you know what he wishes to talk about with me?" Skane shook his head. "Unfortunately not, my prince, no." The two men made the rest of the way to the throne room in silence. The heavy stone doors swung open with a thud, revealing King Laufey, who was seated upon his throne. "Father! You're back! I hope you had a pleasant return trip. How did the council meetings go?" The prince asked in a rather cheerful voice, knowing that the king likes to be welcomed back duly. "Just fine, son. We need to talk." Laufey said, standing up. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" Loki took a small bow. "As you wish father."

King and prince went on a walk through the barren and bleak royal gardens then. Not a single flower was blooming in the beds. Well, Jotunheim had just gone through a very rough and cold winter. But spring was definitely approaching. The small buds on the trees were the proof. Soon, the cold realm would shine in all its magical glory. "What were you up to when I was away, son?" The prince shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, you know father... The usual. Reading, training, a bit of hunting..." Loki didn't dare to mention, that he plagued the one or other royal staff member with his pranks. He was a grown man, but sometimes he liked to act like a younger version of himself. Praying to the Norns his father wouldn't get whiff of it. "Sounds auspicious." Loki gave his father a nod, before asking again: "What is it you want to talk about?" Laufey took a breath. "The Allfather asked me for a favour..." His father's words caused Loki's expression to darken. He suddenly had a very bad feeling – and a guess. "Father, is this once again about me getting married? If so, I told you that I do not wish to get married now. I don't want to-" "It is not." Laufey interrupted his son's rant. "Even if I'd be more than just pleased, when you'd finally find a woman. It is long overdue. When I was your age, your mother was already pregnant with you. Our people are expecting this. They wish to see their future king finding his queen and provide an heir to the throne." The young prince rolled secretly his eyes, hearing this for the thousandth time. Oh how often he had this conversation with his father already. How often did they end up in a fight because of this… So, Loki tried to swallow his anger and pride. "I know, father, I know. I will get to it, I promise. I'm going to give the people what they want. Just not now." Laufey sighed, knowing that he had lost - like so often. What more could he do than telling his son over and over again?

"What is the favour the Allfather asked you to do then?" "Well… Strictly speaking, he is asking you." The raven-haired Jotun stopped in his tracks, quite surprised. "Me??" The king stopped in his movements as well, facing his son. "Yes. He needs a good warrior to train meticulously chosen Æsir. Someone who can turn them into soldiers within a month." Loki frowned. "What of prince Thor? He is a great warrior." "The crown prince is detained; currently stuck on Muspelheim for royal duties. If prince Thor's conversations with Surtur are not fruitful..." Loki quickly connected the dots. "Odin wants to be prepared." Laufey nodded. "Exactly." "But... Why me? There are great warriors on Asgard." The king placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Because he wants the best."

That was how Loki, son of Laufey, crown prince of Jotunheim landed on Asgard a mere week later - ready and prepared to train a handful of amateurs. Men, who didn't even yield a weapon before. But the Allfather didn't ask Loki for nothing. If someone could handle this, it was him. Odin and Laufey were sure of it.

"A royal… warrior academy?" You asked your father, who sat across from you on the dining table. "Yes, my dear. In case your brother's attempts of negotiation fail, we have to be prepared - and given the fact that we don't have enough warriors, we need to train more men." "Why only men, father? What if there are women who'd like to become a warriors as well?" You spoke in a demanding voice, crossing your arms. "Because only men become warriors. You, of all, should know that, daughter." "What of Sif? Isn't she a warrior, too?" "Sif is an exception. The only exception." You felt how the anger started to rise within you. "What if I wanted to become a warrior, instead of a princess?" Your father scoffed, already hating where this conversation was going. "I am not discussing this with you again, Y/N. We've talked about this. Several times. I won't allow my only daughter to spend her days on the training grounds. You have other duties to tend to! Find a husband for example!" You looked away, gritting your teeth. You hated it. Just because you were a woman and highly interested in learning how to fight properly, didn't mean you'd neglect your duties as a princess. And yes. Sometimes you rather wished to be warrior and not a princess. But who were you to choose? You had no other choice than to accept the place you were in - like your father so often told you. But what if... An idea suddenly crossed your mind. Hiding the smile on your face, you told your father what he wanted to hear. "I beg you pardon, father. You are right, of course."

"You are planning to do what?!" Estrid - your personal maid turned best friend asked with wide, frightened eyes. The young woman shook her head. "Y-Your highness, that is... foolish and risky a-and-" You grabbed the girl's shaking shoulders, causing her eyes to fixate on you. "I know, Estrid, I know. But I have to do it. It's probably the only chance I will ever get in my whole life. Father is never going to let me on the training grounds and I can't always sneak into the old armoury to train. It's my dream, Estrid." Your friend sighed, again shaking her head. "I know, Y/N, but it's dangerous." You nodded. "It is. That's why I need you to maintain my cover. Can you do that for me? Please?" She swallowed, thoughts running at lightning speed through her brain. "I know I ask a lot from you, but please. You are my best friend. I trust you." A moment of silence passed, before Estrid started to nod, giving in. "Alright. Alright... I'll do it." A relieved breath left your lips. "Oh thank the Norns!" You lunged forward then, hugging the blonde-haired woman. "Thank you so much." Estrid offered you a nervous smile, nodding. "Don't worry. We are going to make this." Again a nod. "Do you even know who is going to lead the training?" You swallowed hard. "Yes. Prince Loki of Jotunheim." Once again the maid's eyes widened. "Prince Loki of Jotunheim? I heard he is a very cold, harsh man... And his father is a very good friend of the king. Y/N, this is really risky. You can only hope that he won't look through your charade... If he does, you are in big trouble..." "He won't, Estrid. He won't." "I hope so..." The woman stated, taking a short break before continuing. "Have you ever met prince Loki?" "Personally? No. I have seen him once, but that was ages ago. Thor sees him way more often, given the fact that he's the future king. Plus, they are kind of friends, so..." A cheeky smile darted over Estrid's face at your words. "He may be a cold and brutal Frost Giant, but I also heard that he is a very handsome man and an even greater lover. Hopefully you won't get distracted on your mission." You scoffed, shaking your head appalled. "Certainly not, Estrid. No man or prince will be able to distract me. Don't you worry."

Little did you know, that you were going to eat your words just a few days later...

"How do I look?" You asked Estrid as you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your chambers, eying your good work. The young maid stood beside you, mouth formed to a perfect 'o'. "You look... amazing, your highness..." She was visibly and audibly stunned. You were surprised, too. You didn't know that you were able to turn your appearance into a man that easily. You wore a traditional Asgardian tunic - male tunic. One that hid the curves which indicated you were a woman. You had cut your own hair quite a bit, turning it into a man bun. All your female features were mostly gone. It was breath-taking. "Yes, I do. It's almost terrifying." "Now you need to just work on a deeper voice and a more manly walk." You turned to meet Estrid. "By the Norns, you're right! I-I mean..." You cleared your throat and tried to lower your voice as deep as possible. "By the Norns, you're right!" Estrid broke out in giggles. "Not good?" "No, no, no, I mean... It's good, Y/N! It's perfect. All you have to do is work on your walk, but the rest... If you can keep that up, no one's going to notice it." "Let's hope then I can keep it up." Estrid nodded. "And now let's go. Unless you'll be late." You grabbed your things and sneaked with your friend through the secret passageway only you, Thor, Estrid and the Warriors Three knew of, out of the palace. "You know what to do?" "I know what to do. Don't worry, my princess." With a last goodbye and a hug, you swung yourself onto your horse (which Estrid had kindly prepared for you earlier) and rode off. Your parents thought you went on a 'learning journey' through Asgard, getting to know different plants and animals... Advanced training, so to speak. Estrid had the task to maintain the cover for you.

The training camp was on the outskirts of the city. It was about an hour ride away from the palace. You had managed to sneak into your father's office and write a fake name on the list, so you'd be surely awaited. And indeed... Two guards were standing in front of the big wooden doors. The piece of land was fenced by high, thick walls. You took a deep breath, as you neared the doors. This was your dream, wasn't it? All you ever wished for. Why were you so nervous now? Your horse came to an halt in front of the guards and you dismounted the horse, before you took a small bow to the guards. "I'm here for the royal training, in order to serve the king and Asgard." You spoke in your deepest voice possibly, hoping that the guards would buy it. They did. "Name?" One of them asked, eyes fixated on a list. "Váli Ákison." The guard's eyes roamed over the list, before he nodded. "Open the door." The door got opened for you, causing you to swing back onto your horse and ride inside the camp. Your eyes widened at the sight before you. There we a lot of beautifully crafted tents, alongside a big fireplace. Men were bustling around everywhere. Some of them in tunics like you. Some of them already dressed in traditional Asgardian armour and a few of them, which you recognised as palace guards. Excitement spread through your whole body.

After you were handed your armour and assigned a tent, you retreated into said tent to change. You were ready. More than ready for this.

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